Hey everyone, I'm so sorry this took so long to come out! I was busy with school work, then unfortunately I caught a really bad cold, which could have possibly been the flu, so I was super sick and then I became busy with all of the holidays, so I barely had the time to write. But now things have calmed down a bit, so I found some time to work. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I'm going into some Mintpelt POV as requested.

That went well. Mintpelt stalked back into camp, his fur bristling in frustration in the aftermath of his and Moondust's argument. Sure, he had been a little harsh, but Moondust was just too naïve. Had she actually thought they could have kept on going like this? Mintpelt was starting to think she had. He unsheathed his claws and sunk them into the spongy earth.

"What are you doing up so late, attacking the dirt like that?"

Mintpelt jumped as Mistyfoot, RiverClan's deputy, sat down beside him, amusement glittering in her eyes.

"I noticed you leaving."

Mintpelt flinched but she added quickly, "Don't worry, I didn't follow you."

"It's none of your business." He grumbled, not meeting her eyes. Mintpelt shuffled his paws in the dirt, causing clouds of dust to rise and tickle his nose. He snorted in annoyance. Green-leaf had been harsh, it hadn't rained in a very long time and it was starting to affect the clan. Even he was a bit thinner than usual.

"I understand. I won't press you. We're all allowed to keep our secrets. But Mintpelt, just be careful. I hope you know what you're doing."

"I do."

He hadn't meant to sound harsh, but he noticed her cringe slightly.

"Okay. Good night." She sighed, standing up and shaking the dust off of her pelt and giving it a few quick licks. "You may want to get some sleep, there's a good chance you'll be in one of the patrols in the morning."

He nodded curtly as Mistyfoot padded back towards the warrior den. But Mintpelt still remained on the edge of the camp, sulking. Now he realized he was starting to regret what he had done. He suddenly longed for Moondust's soft, white fur, her sweet, foresty scent, and her beautiful blue eyes. He missed the way she'd try to climb a tree, but fall over. And she wouldn't spit, curse, or complain, she'd just fall over laughing. He missed her little witty, sarcastic comments, or her adorable giggle. Oh stop it. He scolded himself. He should really take his mind off of Moondust and get some rest.

Mintpelt stood up and followed Mistyfoot back to the den. He found a good enough looking nest in the corner and curled up, sighing. It felt good to lie down and relax, he'd been through a lot of stress lately. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Mintpelt jolted awake, but he wasn't in his den. He was in some strange, dark place. There was a lot of mist, so he couldn't make out any shapes, just endless swirling. He shivered. Am I dreaming? He thought worriedly. Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he noticed the silhouette of a familiar cat, but he couldn't quite place it. The strange cat was running, running really fast towards him. He suddenly realized that it was Moondust. As his eyes focused, he noticed that she look terrified, no, absolutely mortified. Was she running from something? Or had she seen something? Mintpelt was getting more and more confused by the minute. But then she was gone, completely enveloped by the thick mist. Then the mist parted to reveal an absolutely horrifying sight. Terror coursed through him, swallowing him hold. He shivered and tried to run, but he tripped and fell, sliding through the sticky, red ground. The scent of blood was almost overwhelming and it covered his fur. He tried to shake it off, but it clung to his pelt like some nasty bur. He was stumbling, sliding, trying to escape from it all. But no matter where he ran, that same horrible image played over and over in his brain, the blood was everywhere, and the mist made it impossible to navigate.

Mintpelt awoke with such a start, he woke up many other cats around him.

"Hey, watch it!" Heavystep grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Sorry." Mintpelt was panting so hard, he could barely speak. All he could smell was blood, and all he saw was that same, horrible thing… "I-I need some fresh air." He stuttered, he needed an excuse to get out and think. Without another word, he pushed the concerned looking cats away to get out of the den and race towards the river. He splashed into the muddy water, trying to remove all the traces of blood, but the sticky feeling remained. Mintpelt grunted in frustration, rolling frantically, but the river was exceptionally low, and the scent remained. He got up, groaned, and collapsed onto the bank, his fur caked with mud. He then realized how much he missed Moondust. He wanted to see her, to lay next to her, for her to comfort him. But he knew that was out of the question. Mintpelt closed his eyes and lay for a while, panting. What did this dream mean? That's all it is…a dream…right? It couldn't have been…a prophecy? NO! He shook his head. He was absolutely terrified by the nightmare, and if it was a prophecy…then Mintpelt was doomed.

Moondust rolled over in her nest for about the fifth time that night. She hadn't slept in days, and it was starting to take its toll on her. She was becoming very clumsy and not catching much during hunting, and she had almost walked right across the RiverClan border by accident one time during a patrol. Most cats thought she was just nervous and trying to prove herself as a young warrior, but she knew it wasn't that. No, she wanted him. It had only been a few days since Mintpelt had left her, but it felt like just yesterday. "Well, I guess my promise has been broken." His cruel snarl echoed in her mind. Moondust's eyes fluttered open. I guess there's no point in trying to sleep. She sighed, standing up. She padded out of the opening in the den and towards the medicine cat den. Maybe talking would help. Moondust came hesitantly into the den, and was surprised to find Leafpaw organizing the herbs. Leafpaw glanced around when Moondust entered, but she didn't seem shocked at all. She smiled warmly up at the young warrior.

"Is everything okay, Moondust? I heard you'd been having a bit of…er…trouble lately." She said slowly, as if she was choosing her words carefully, not wanting to hurt or offend Moondust.

But Moondust just sighed and sat down.

"No, I'm not okay. I've been losing sleep lately…and it's really affecting me…do you have any herbs…or anything?"

Leafpaw looked troubled for a moment, but her look of concern faded and was replaced by sympathy. "No, I unfortunately don't have any herbs that help with sleep, but you could always just lie down in here. Some cats sleep better in the medicine cat den because they feel it's a little closer to StarClan, which comforts them."

"Thanks." Moondust said gratefully, curling up into the soft nest lined with moss. "But I'm not sure it'll help much…"

Leafpaw gave her another look of concern. "You want to tell me what's bothering you?" She ventured, but then paused, worried she had crossed a line.

Moondust met Leafpaw's curious gaze. But she soon looked down, unable to respond. "Not…really…I mean I want to tell someone…but, I just can't." Moondust replied firmly, but her voice was choked with emotion. Her eyes rimmed with tears and she looked away, embarrassed.

Leafpaw frowned, and walked away, her tail dragging in the dirt.

Moondust suddenly became very exhausted, and she lay her head on her paws, sighing. She closed her eyes, and surprisingly, fell instantly into a deep sleep.

Moondust awoke in a strange and misty place. She couldn't see anything anywhere, just the cloudy nothingness. "Hello? Is anybody there?" She called out. No response. She took a step forward, and, realizing it was safe, began to walk around. Moondust was slightly unnerved at how…empty…the place was. There was something that was really bothering her, but she couldn't quite place it. She continued to amble around, chilled, but found absolutely nothing. Yes, that was it…the nothingness…it was very peculiar. Suddenly, she stumbled over something large and wet. Almost instantly, a huge, intense scent of death and blood crashed over her like a wave. Trembling, she looked at the large mass and let out a scream. Moondust tried to move, but she was frozen to the spot in her terror. She shook herself out of it and tried to run away, but she splashed into a puddle of blood…but it wasn't just a puddle…it was a whole lake. She was covered in so much of the scarlet liquid, her white fur stained red. She slipped and slid and tried to run out of the lake. She ran and ran, faster and faster, wanting to get rid of the horrible thing she had seen. As she ran, she suddenly caught sight of a cat…Mintpelt! Moondust wanted to scream out to him, but she was so out of breath that she just kept running. But as she got closer, the mist swirled in front of her and she never reached him. She suddenly felt the ground fall out beneath her, and then she was falling, and knew nothing more…

Moondust jolted awake with a stifled shriek, and stood up, panting. She was still shaking, and all she could smell was blood. What does this mean? She thought with a shiver.

Moondust exited the den and looked up at the sky. What are you trying to tell me, StarClan?

Ooooh, scaryyy! I wonder what both of them saw that was so, so terrifying… Wow, that was longer than expected! xD Well, I guess here's your Christmas present! Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you enjoyed this creepy chapter, I know it's kind of boring, but those dreams mean something…and it's obviously not going to be good. Next chapter soon! Please review! xx